Da Zhuang didn't answer Nadan. He simply took a water pouch and a portion of dry rations from his backpack and tossed them to Nadan before burying his head in his food.
During some forced marches, every second counted when it came to eating, sleeping, and going to the toilet, so the other escorts, like Da Zhuang, kept their heads down and ate their meals.
Those who were quicker had already finished eating and were leaning against the cliff face of the cave, starting to doze off.
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